| efore you, on all fours, stands Lupus P. Shearhart, a wolf of about 5 feet long, not counting the two and a half foot long, fluffy, jet-black, white tipped lupine tail. The wolf's pelt is jet-black, shiny, and clean, from what you can tell by the way it rustles in the wind, it's obviously clean and kept... the wolf having a particular sight for cleanliness. The black is unbroken until it reaches that pure white section on his tail. His eyes are a warm, greenish-gold color and seem to glow out due to his fur's color. His muscles are well-toned, and abundant, but not excessive to the point of his nimble lupine body being hindered. These muscles aren't currently bulging to strain at his skin and pelt, but they can, if he feels threatened or just wants to show off. He grins toothily, his deadly sharp, pearly white lupine teeth and dagger-like canines show, glinting in the low light of the shadows, then he allows his lips to fall once again over his teeth. Your eyes trail along his side, you see his underside is colored a slightly, very subtly different, lighter shade of black, and that his legs and back are rather muscular. He continues to hold his stance like the alpha he is, and his expression and demeanor remain impassive to the passerby. He hides the white tip of his tail behind himself and half-lids his eyes, making the color impossible to see as he seems to melt into the shadows... fade to black. |
